Too Much Choice (REDUX)

9.4.2016  (first posted this week 2007)


I think we as a society have gotten carried away making rules about damn-near everything. There's a rule about where you can walk yr dog, when he has to be leashed; there's a rule for who can buy smokes and where you can smoke 'em; there's a rule that ya have to be this tall to ride this 'coaster. No parking. Tow away. No spitting. Be kind to our neighbors. Keep off the grass. Fok! What happened to freedom???

I seen this sign this morning on the entrance to the garage next to work:



My god. No standing on yr motorcycle in this garage. They're taking away our rights!!


Tonight - Orbit Room
Since it's the Autumnal Equinox, what better place to be?



bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Two-fer

9.3.2016

That's all.

Tonight
(early stop) - The Lark Bar   (Formerly Dave's.  Kinda still is.)

(11pm on) - House of Shelds

Double your fun.

bye-ee!
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Titliest (REDUX)

9.2.2016 (originally posted this week 2006)

The following is a partial transcript from a telephone conversation I had with my brother on September 7, 2001. (Thanks to Mrs. Pepper Sweetchunks for the transcription service.)

"Do you remember when we were children and we sponsored those neighborhood races?"

"We did a lot of races. We had the kids racing kids; the dogs racing dogs; the dogs racing kids; bikes against cars; bikes against skateboards; OH! and the swimming races. And remember the "Little People" races? Where we would take the Fisher Price wooden "Little People" down to the bottom of the deep end and let'm go and race to the surface?"

"Yeh but this one was between the snake and the spider?"

"I do remember that. What kinda spider was that?"

"I don't know."

"That was a good one. Why do you ask?"

"Something I never told anyone, and I'd forgotten about it until the other day. I spotted a small, cloth, draw-string bag washing down the gutter during a monster thunderstorm soon after the race. I picked it out of the gutter just before it washed into the sewer. I untied its strings and the snake and the spider fell out, dead. I'm sure it was the same ones we had raced."


Tonight - Wooden Nickel  (by request)


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One-half back!! (REDUX)

9.1.2016  (first posted this week 2004)

**Editor's Note - What a difference 12 years make for both teams vying for playoff spots**

I know all you Giants fans out there are very familiar with dumping them when they're losing. You understand the feeling that, hey, they suck, why should I like them? You understand for two reasons: 1. You'll like them again when they're better, and, 2. They're not often bad in the first place.

I've had the band-wagon and the on-again, off-again of such a vehicle on my mind for a few days because it's that magic time of the year when we who are REAL fans - read: Cubs fans - can turn our attention from the dismal, embarassing and otherwise shitty play of our Professional Losers for a moment and in the very same breath, hope for a better year next year for the Cubbies and root this Sunday and for the next 16 Sundays for the BEARS!

I should stress that we're not giving up on the Cubs, but after getting our asses kicked by the bottom-feeding Expos while clinging tenuously to a Wild-Card Berth, Cubs/Bears fans will have more on their mind than "Cubs lose-Giants/Marlins/Padres/Astros win." We'll have "Goddamn the Bears play like Grrrrrl Scouts." Such is the life.

Tonight - Kickin' it Mission w/ Jesus:  Phone Booth

Enter like a human.  Exit like a superhero.

bye-ee! whrr ... clik!